Taken By The Mafia Novels & Stories

A man once respected in the force, now tangled in the dark web of the Mafia. His mind wandered back to the day Zagaff Manscent had contacted him. That chilling moment when Zagaff had shown him the video; one James thought no one would ever find out about. It was a secret he had buried deep, but now it was being used to control him. He remembered the bribe he had taken, and how it had sealed his fate. From that day, he had become theirs. James stared down at the open case files scattered across his desk. The Abibba robbery, the bank heist, the wedding heist; all connected to the Mafia. As he looked at the paperwork, his mind raced, searching for ways to cover up the truth.

“Peach, don’t forget that they don’t single-handedly kidnap anyone. Most of them there were sold off by their own families and loved ones.” Anna swallowed, digging her fingers in her palm as she remembered how those two elderly couples betrayed her. “Some things cannot be changed. The Bratva and the Italian mafia organization have made a pact on this for eons—a pact sealed by blood that cannot be changed, Peach,” his tone was calm, something she was still trying to get used to.

He said one day he'd save enough and he'd buy us a house. He said there would be a little mailbox in front of it. And the nameplate would say Lorenzo & Liana. He said we'd get married in that house. Raise a kid in it. Live a quiet, ordinary, happy life. He said someday, when we were old, we'd watch the sunset together and just go. Then they took him. Locked him in a cellar. Said unless we paid up, they'd shoot him. The mafia has a rule. You never go to the police. Not for anything. You go to the cops, your man dies.

A man that is known for his brutal nature and ruthless actions in the business world, rumors have it that he’s a mafia and a tyrant of the underworld, the most merciless one at that. Is the supposed man I’m getting married to? What do I do?. “What’re you doing? Sign the papers”. His deep voice interrupted my dilemma while I batted my eye lids continuously to get back my composure, but all to no avail as my face grew pale white seeming like all blood has drained from it. I stood there frozenly rotted to the ground not being able to utter a response or take action. Am I making the right decision? So many questions but no forthcoming answer.

He suggested “It is just to distract them” I replied, my tongue ticking inside my mouth as I took another glass of whiskey. All I needed was some sort of distraction, I would have gone with any girl from the other mafia families but I am not yet sure of the persons or person who had made an attempt on my life. Mrs Scardoni walked through the doors, followed closely by her daughter who looked extremely nervous. She had beautiful long hair and the blue dress she had on made her look regal.

Five guards step out of it, and fall into step behind me instantly. With my phone in a pocket, and a pistol in my hand; eyes filled with deathly fury as we approach. The moment I step in, the sight before me makes my heart stop. Not because its new, I've seen thousands of dead bodies, it was worse after an all out war between two ruthless mafia Lords. What made my heart stop is the implication. "This is a lot." I mutter, noting the extent of damage that had been done. The thought of innocents being murdered, and killed for something they didn't do or had no idea of; makes my heart ache.

Especially on Valentine's day , where there was discount on couple food packages. But Brian couldn't help but eyed Timothy's hands carrying the girl . The Mafia rolled his eyes as he understood what his friend was implying so he let go of her but a bit harshly . She stumbled but still managed to stand at the crowded area.

Justice, Mafia Style ______ "Let me go, you bastards!" Monica thrashed against the ropes binding her wrists and ankles, her screams echoing through the warehouse. The moment I stepped in, every man in the room turned to acknowledge me. "Welcome, boss," one of them greeted. Monica's frantic gaze snapped to me. "Leo?" Her face twisted in shock, then instantly softened as she switched tactics. "Leo, these people kidnapped me on my way to your house! I was coming to see you!" she cried.

He didn't have to worry about getting sold like I did. "Adriana Amrita O' Knight, get your butt down here right now!" My mother said as she was mad. She even used my damn middle name. That was always a scary point for me and my brother. If we got the middle name by any of our parents we knew they meant business. Usually we would cave by then but I'm 18 years old I can do what I want. And right now that was sitting in a kids tree house."No not till you and dad tell me I'm not getting married." I said. "Adriana would you stop being a child for once!" My mother said."I'm not a child mother!" I hissed leaning my head out the window sounding just like a child."Adriana please..." she requested."Te

“You don’t want the answer.” “Don’t tell me what I want.” I poured her a glass of water and set it on the desk between us. “The Mafia isn’t a charity, Lucia. It’s a war zone dressed up in Italian suits. Women die here just like men do. Sometimes faster.” “So they were all just… collateral?” I looked her dead in the eye. “Yes.” Her lips parted, disbelief written all over her face.